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katherine_b at 02:07pm on 02/03/2007 under pretender survivor
katherine_b at 02:07pm on 02/03/2007 under pretender survivorChapter 12 – Changes are afoot
Tribes
Cakobau
Annabelle-Marie
Andrea
Hayden
Jarod
Mike
Peter
Rachael
Tiffany
Naulivou
Bob
Candy
Chris
Louise
Meredith
Michael
Richard
Sarah
“We choose Jarod.”
“Good choice,” remarked Broots as he paused the show. “Jarod said back in episode two or three that he had an alliance with Candy and with Hayden. And he’s strong, so he’ll be good for their tribe. If he can just get through this episode without being voted out again…”
“Later, Broots,” Miss Parker snapped. “Let’s keep watching.”
Stifling a sigh, Broots started up the show again. The other Naulivou tribe members were shown applauding the decision and Jarod stepped forward with a broad grin on his face.
“Now Cakobau,” Jeff directed, “who is your choice?”
There was consultation among the four members of Jarod’s old tribe and then Hayden spoke. “Sarah.”
Even as Sarah left the other contestants who had been voted off and stepped up beside Jarod, Miss Parker lunged for the remote control that Broots had replaced on the table and stopped the footage.
“Why would they choose Sarah?” she demanded. “Why not one of the guys from that tribe, who would make them more likely to win challenges?”
“You are thinking of this game in a purely physical sense, Miss Parker,” chided Sydney. “There is a complex mental element, and I am certain that Cakobau has a psychological reason for their choice.”
“Definitely,” Broots agreed. “Basically, and Cakobau would know this, Sarah is a bit of an outcast from her own tribe. She’s sat out more challenges than anyone else, which implies that Naulivou doesn’t really trust her. Even in that first Tribal Council, she voted for Richard, but it was Meredith who went. She was even the person who dropped their tribe’s flint on the very first day, which put them behind. In a game like this one, first impressions are vital and that kind of sank her.”
“And with all that,” added Sam, “Cakobau would know that, whether she if she comes to their tribe or goes back to Naulivou, they’d have an ally in her whenever a merger finally does happen.”
Miss Parker nodded thoughtfully. “So how long will Jarod remain in the game now?”
“As long as he can,” came Sydney’s even reply.
As this point was unarguable, Miss Parker started the footage again.
Jeff stepped up to where Jarod and Sarah stood and offered them a cloth bag. “You will select your new tribe buffs,” he told them, “and join your tribemates.”
Jarod was the first to plunge his hand into the bag and he drew out – a red buff. This elicited gasps from the other Survivor participants as it was obvious that the long-anticipated merger was at hand. Sarah, too, fished out a red buff and was then given the bag and the instruction to hand out buffs to the other members of the new tribe – Kaunitoni.
There was an enthusiastic reunion on the mats between those who had been eliminated and their former tribemates, as well as those people who had gotten to know each other before they were split up.
“Okay, you guys,” Jeff yelled over the noise. “Go back to your original camps and decide what you want to take with you to your new home. Here’s a map of the new location for each tribe,” he handed out parchments as he spoke, “but I’d hurry up if I were you. You’ve got a lot to do before dark.”
The two groups ran for their canoes, but there was much more rejoicing among the members of Cakobau about Jarod’s re-entry into the game than in Naulivou with Sarah. Annabelle-Marie, in particular, much to Miss Parker’s chagrin, stuck very close to her reintroduced tribemate.
As soon as they reached camp, Jarod and those in his initial alliance began gathering up their utensils.
“We should stop at Naulivou’s camp on the way to our new site and take as much of the water from their tank with us as possible,” Rachael suggested.
“I don’t think there’s much for us to take,” Jarod told her. “The guys told me when they were voted out that they’d used up most of the water already. Probably Naulivou has enough containers to take what’s left themselves.”
“Besides, we don’t know where their camp is so it’s not as if we can go there and help them with it,” Hayden added. “Let’s leave it, guys. We have enough of our own stuff to bring.”
As they were heading back down to the canoe, Jarod stepped up behind Hayden and murmured something in his ear. Although no one else in the tribe was likely to have heard, the captions showed the viewers what was said: “Sarah will vote with us if we get rid of Louise first.”
“That will probably get her to the Final Five,” remarked Broots.
“Why?” hissed Hayden as they dropped back a little.
Jarod grinned. “Bitchiness. Don’t look a gift horse in the mouth, Hay. That’s what I was always told, anyhow.”
Sydney shook his head and Miss Parker glanced at him. “What?”
“I have told him over and over that clichés and common sayings are vulgar.”
Broots grinned and then turned his attention back to the television in time to see the two groups that made up the new tribe arrive at their campsite. As the former members of Cakobau were hauling their canoe up onto the beach, all of the erstwhile Naulivou members were already coming over to greet them.
“Hey, this place is better than our other camp,” declared Annabelle-Marie.
“Well, it’s closer to Tribal Council,” Michael joked. “But we do have to build it all from scratch.”
“We have got all day, almost,” added Rachael.
“And no bossy sergeant-major Bob telling us that women should stick to cooking and minding the fire, while the men do all the hard work,” Sarah finished.
Jarod laughed and put an arm around Sarah’s shoulders. “Okay,” he teased, “I’ll sit by the fire and you can make the shelter.”
She gave him a playful tap on the hand resting on her shoulder and they walked up the beach toward the area set aside for their camp.
“Hey, we got gifts,” Annabelle-Marie shrieked and lunged for the large baskets that had been placed under the largest tree on the beach.
“Oh, man, I don’t like this one,” complained Peter as he held up the lid of the second wicker basket. It bore a label reading ‘The real reward challenge’.
“I was right then,” Louise exclaimed, a note of triumph in her voice as she looked around at her former tribemates. “I said that was too easy to be a real challenge and there wasn’t enough reward.”
“But what’s the challenge?” Rachael wanted to know.
Peter rummaged in the basket and brought up pots of paint and brushes, before holding a piece of tree fern aloft. He then fished out a piece of parchment and read it.
“We have to make Balabalas – oh, those faces carved out of tree fern – and then decorate them.”
The camera immediately showed Jarod and Hayden exchanging glances.
“Ooh, it’s going to be that challenge where people get eliminated one at a time until there’s only one person left for reward,” shrieked Annabelle-Marie at the same moment.
“Let’s have a meal and make the faces,” Candy suggested. “If we’re going to have this challenge today, we’ll need to be prepared.”
Everyone clearly agreed with this sentiment and they sat on the ground to unpack the hamper. Annabelle-Marie and Rachael fell on the bar of chocolate that had been included, breaking it up into smaller pieces so that there was enough for everyone. Five large glass bottles turned out to contain wine and plastic bottles held fruit juices. Other delicacies were soon spread out and being tasted and commented upon.
Tribes
Cakobau
Annabelle-Marie
Hayden
Peter
Rachael
Naulivou
Candy
Louise
Michael
“We choose Jarod.”
“Good choice,” remarked Broots as he paused the show. “Jarod said back in episode two or three that he had an alliance with Candy and with Hayden. And he’s strong, so he’ll be good for their tribe. If he can just get through this episode without being voted out again…”
“Later, Broots,” Miss Parker snapped. “Let’s keep watching.”
Stifling a sigh, Broots started up the show again. The other Naulivou tribe members were shown applauding the decision and Jarod stepped forward with a broad grin on his face.
“Now Cakobau,” Jeff directed, “who is your choice?”
There was consultation among the four members of Jarod’s old tribe and then Hayden spoke. “Sarah.”
Even as Sarah left the other contestants who had been voted off and stepped up beside Jarod, Miss Parker lunged for the remote control that Broots had replaced on the table and stopped the footage.
“Why would they choose Sarah?” she demanded. “Why not one of the guys from that tribe, who would make them more likely to win challenges?”
“You are thinking of this game in a purely physical sense, Miss Parker,” chided Sydney. “There is a complex mental element, and I am certain that Cakobau has a psychological reason for their choice.”
“Definitely,” Broots agreed. “Basically, and Cakobau would know this, Sarah is a bit of an outcast from her own tribe. She’s sat out more challenges than anyone else, which implies that Naulivou doesn’t really trust her. Even in that first Tribal Council, she voted for Richard, but it was Meredith who went. She was even the person who dropped their tribe’s flint on the very first day, which put them behind. In a game like this one, first impressions are vital and that kind of sank her.”
“And with all that,” added Sam, “Cakobau would know that, whether she if she comes to their tribe or goes back to Naulivou, they’d have an ally in her whenever a merger finally does happen.”
Miss Parker nodded thoughtfully. “So how long will Jarod remain in the game now?”
“As long as he can,” came Sydney’s even reply.
As this point was unarguable, Miss Parker started the footage again.
Jeff stepped up to where Jarod and Sarah stood and offered them a cloth bag. “You will select your new tribe buffs,” he told them, “and join your tribemates.”
Jarod was the first to plunge his hand into the bag and he drew out – a red buff. This elicited gasps from the other Survivor participants as it was obvious that the long-anticipated merger was at hand. Sarah, too, fished out a red buff and was then given the bag and the instruction to hand out buffs to the other members of the new tribe – Kaunitoni.
There was an enthusiastic reunion on the mats between those who had been eliminated and their former tribemates, as well as those people who had gotten to know each other before they were split up.
“Okay, you guys,” Jeff yelled over the noise. “Go back to your original camps and decide what you want to take with you to your new home. Here’s a map of the new location for each tribe,” he handed out parchments as he spoke, “but I’d hurry up if I were you. You’ve got a lot to do before dark.”
The two groups ran for their canoes, but there was much more rejoicing among the members of Cakobau about Jarod’s re-entry into the game than in Naulivou with Sarah. Annabelle-Marie, in particular, much to Miss Parker’s chagrin, stuck very close to her reintroduced tribemate.
As soon as they reached camp, Jarod and those in his initial alliance began gathering up their utensils.
“We should stop at Naulivou’s camp on the way to our new site and take as much of the water from their tank with us as possible,” Rachael suggested.
“I don’t think there’s much for us to take,” Jarod told her. “The guys told me when they were voted out that they’d used up most of the water already. Probably Naulivou has enough containers to take what’s left themselves.”
“Besides, we don’t know where their camp is so it’s not as if we can go there and help them with it,” Hayden added. “Let’s leave it, guys. We have enough of our own stuff to bring.”
As they were heading back down to the canoe, Jarod stepped up behind Hayden and murmured something in his ear. Although no one else in the tribe was likely to have heard, the captions showed the viewers what was said: “Sarah will vote with us if we get rid of Louise first.”
“That will probably get her to the Final Five,” remarked Broots.
“Why?” hissed Hayden as they dropped back a little.
Jarod grinned. “Bitchiness. Don’t look a gift horse in the mouth, Hay. That’s what I was always told, anyhow.”
Sydney shook his head and Miss Parker glanced at him. “What?”
“I have told him over and over that clichés and common sayings are vulgar.”
Broots grinned and then turned his attention back to the television in time to see the two groups that made up the new tribe arrive at their campsite. As the former members of Cakobau were hauling their canoe up onto the beach, all of the erstwhile Naulivou members were already coming over to greet them.
“Hey, this place is better than our other camp,” declared Annabelle-Marie.
“Well, it’s closer to Tribal Council,” Michael joked. “But we do have to build it all from scratch.”
“We have got all day, almost,” added Rachael.
“And no bossy sergeant-major Bob telling us that women should stick to cooking and minding the fire, while the men do all the hard work,” Sarah finished.
Jarod laughed and put an arm around Sarah’s shoulders. “Okay,” he teased, “I’ll sit by the fire and you can make the shelter.”
She gave him a playful tap on the hand resting on her shoulder and they walked up the beach toward the area set aside for their camp.
“Hey, we got gifts,” Annabelle-Marie shrieked and lunged for the large baskets that had been placed under the largest tree on the beach.
“Oh, man, I don’t like this one,” complained Peter as he held up the lid of the second wicker basket. It bore a label reading ‘The real reward challenge’.
“I was right then,” Louise exclaimed, a note of triumph in her voice as she looked around at her former tribemates. “I said that was too easy to be a real challenge and there wasn’t enough reward.”
“But what’s the challenge?” Rachael wanted to know.
Peter rummaged in the basket and brought up pots of paint and brushes, before holding a piece of tree fern aloft. He then fished out a piece of parchment and read it.
“We have to make Balabalas – oh, those faces carved out of tree fern – and then decorate them.”
The camera immediately showed Jarod and Hayden exchanging glances.
“Ooh, it’s going to be that challenge where people get eliminated one at a time until there’s only one person left for reward,” shrieked Annabelle-Marie at the same moment.
“Let’s have a meal and make the faces,” Candy suggested. “If we’re going to have this challenge today, we’ll need to be prepared.”
Everyone clearly agreed with this sentiment and they sat on the ground to unpack the hamper. Annabelle-Marie and Rachael fell on the bar of chocolate that had been included, breaking it up into smaller pieces so that there was enough for everyone. Five large glass bottles turned out to contain wine and plastic bottles held fruit juices. Other delicacies were soon spread out and being tasted and commented upon.
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